Qin Fengming's eyes flickered as he stared intently ahead, thoughts surging through his mind.
He had not experienced the previous Three Realms War, but he understood that there was no possibility of easing the conflict between the Three Realms and Zou Rui.
As a great expert of the Miro Realm, Zou Rui had nearly been slain by a group of low-level cultivators in a lower realm and had needed hundreds of thousands of years to recover. With such a blood feud, who could possibly let it go? Not to mention that Zou Rui intended to plunder the entire lower realm. If the great experts of the Three Realms did not resist, would that not make the Three Realms' Mahayana cultivators look like a bunch of spineless cowards with no sense of responsibility?
And if Zou Rui wanted to gather subordinates, the safest methods would be to make everyone swear a heavy oath or plant a unique restriction inside their bodies.
Verbal benefits alone could never win people's hearts. If things were really handled that way, Zou Rui himself would not feel at ease.
As a result, the Three Realms' Mahayana cultivators were bound to guard against one another. Even familiar companions might very well turn their weapons on each other.
Ancestor Jiao Wei had actually broken into the Hao Bai Sect, which had two Mahayana cultivators stationed there. This put Qin Fengming on alert, but he felt no fear. At worst, they would fight. He would merely expose his whereabouts.
"Fellow Daoist Jiao, you really are unharmed. My wife and I said that it had to be a rumor. With your abilities, who in the Three Realms could possibly kill you?"
As two waves of fluctuation emerged, a voice brimming with pleasant surprise rang across the land.
Immediately afterward, two